Time passes so quickly. All our todays become yesterdays without any effort and part of our memory. Or may be not. Its amazing. the "effortless journey"

"The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land
which is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void,"
Murder in the Cathedral. Part II, line 295 - 296, Longman.

Birth effortless, journey effortless ending in an effortless death. Does it sound negative? Well it takes a lot of effort to be alive. Can mere breathing be called a state of being alive? I'm searching for an answer.